Sou!

The figure of Mo Xie disappeared again, bathed in countless magical powers and appeared in front of Mo Dao's clone, the killing knife slashed a cold light in the air, and then only heard Mo Dao's clone scream, turned into green smoke and disappeared in place.

Two hundred!

Simpleton!

Three hundred!

The killing of the ink evil did not stop because of Mo Dao's Huangquan supernatural power, but because the material of the killing knife itself absorbed the qi of the yellow spring, making the killing of the ink evil more unimpeded.

"Who the hell are you?"

Mo Dao watched his doppelgangers disappear one by one, his calm expression was replaced by gloom, although he was locked up in the prison for a long time, he still had the news of this Yunmeng Sect and the Immortal Cultivation Realm, but he didn't know about the Mo Evil, a character who was born out of thin air and repeatedly broke his magical powers.

This made him have to doubt the true identity of the ink evil, after all, there were only a few dozen people who had the ability to compete with him in this realm, and he would definitely not be an unknown person.

"I call Niu bold, and the small offering of Yunmeng Sect is also. Mo Xie said lightly while using his smooth killing technique to kill Mo Dao's clone.

"Hmph!" Mo Dao snorted coldly, and then his mind split into two, one side controlling half of the clone to attack with an ice pick, and the other half of the clone to gather at his main body.

"I don't know who you are, but you must die today. ”

Mo Dao raised his hand with murderous intent, his eyes flashing with pale yellow light became deeper and deeper, and the yellow spring qi emitted also seemed to have been purified in some way, and became very pure, although it was still not as pure as the kind of self-contained purity of the killing knife, but it was not far behind.

"Yellow Spring!"

Mo Dao's voice was very soft, but in Mo Xie's ears, it was like a morning bell in the evening, making his ears buzz.

But because the opponent's attacks were too dense and too continuous, he could only dodge with all his might, and in desperation, Mo Xie had no choice but to use his divine sense to look at Mo Dao on the other side.

I saw that nearly two hundred Mo Dao all raised their hands, and a large amount of pure Yellow Spring Qi flew out of their hands, and then all of them were concentrated at a point in mid-air.

"Danger!"

A strong life-and-death crisis appeared in Mo Xie's heart, and he didn't have to think about it to know what powerful magical power Mo Dao was preparing that was enough for him to resist.

"Get out of here!" the ink evil roared, trying to force a breakthrough by holding on to the damage of the icicle's supernatural powers, but even if those clones were weak, they were not vegetarians, but they instantly wrapped the ink evil in the center, and the sky ice picks collided with each other and fused into a huge ice pick that covered the sky and the sun.

"Damn!" Mo Xie immediately scolded angrily when he saw that the other party was blocking him regardless of the cost, but even so, he obediently stopped breaking through and began to concentrate on facing the attack of the huge ice pick.

After all, although his physical body is strong, he can't withstand the attack of such a big guy, and if he is not careful, he will end up dead.

As for throwing out the killing to forcibly interrupt Mo Dao's condensation supernatural power, it is also unrealistic, because once the killing knife leaves his side, then Mo Dao will definitely transform his divine spirit to attack him with the qi of the Yellow Spring when he sees it, and then his situation will become more passive.

Bang!

Huge ice picks fell suddenly, and the sunlight was instantly obscured, and the dark shadows and icy wind pressure shrouded the ink evil.

Mo Xie clenched the killing life, the strength of his whole body was concentrated on the arm, the green tendons burst out, and when the huge ice pick was one meter away from him, the killing knife suddenly came out of its sheath, and the scarlet knife light collided with the huge ice pick after bursting out with an extreme light.

Sonor!

An earth-shattering tremor resounded through the space, centered on the sharp spot of the huge ice pick, and the whole was cut in two by the sword, falling from both sides of the ink demon's body to the ground, and countless ice chips and ice cubes flew everywhere.

And Mo Xie also took advantage of this kung fu to kill a large number of Mo Dao clones who blocked him, and for a while, the sound of screams and metal collisions filled this chaotic battlefield.

After a few breaths.

Call... Call.... Call...

Mo Xie stood in mid-air, panting, holding the killing hand and trembling, to be honest, chopping such a large ice pick and continuous fighting made his physical strength consume quickly, and a sense of weakness emerged.

"Can't be dragged on..."Mo Xie muttered to himself, and his gaze fell on the position of the other half of Mo Dao's clone.

I saw that a pupil the size of a ping-pong ball had formed at the location where a massive amount of Huangquan Qi was condensed in mid-air, and the whole body was dark yellow, which was exactly the same as Mo Dao's dream eyes, but the color was different.

When the last wisp of yellow spring qi merged into the dark yellow dream eyes, those clones all turned into green smoke and dissipated, only Mo Dao's body.

However, Mo Dao's body also looked like it had been sucked dry, his whole body was thin and weak, and his long hair full of luster had become like withered grass, but his eyes were still shining with essence and confidence, and he seemed to be full of confidence in this supernatural power.

He pinched his hands and dotted them on the eye.

Then I saw that the eyes swelled instantly, and in the blink of an eye, they were hundreds of times larger, like a yellow sun hanging high in the air.

"Shattered!"

Finally, I heard Mo Dao snort softly, and after the eyes bloomed with a dazzling light, they quickly expanded and exploded.

Mo Xie subconsciously closed his eyes, raised his hand and blocked it in front of him with a killing life.

I don't know how long it took.

When Mo Xie opened his eyes, he was instantly startled by what was in front of him, only to see that his original dark yellow eyes were replaced by a monster like mud.

"Filthy?"

Because of the killing and dreaming, Mo Xie had read a lot of ancient books about Huangquan when he was in the Death Sect, and recognized the monster at the first sight.

Filth is a unique demon beast of Huangquan, feeding on vitality, because the demon pill in the body is rich in powerful vitality, it was captured by the ancient powers to Huangquan, but with the unknown disaster, the road to Huangquan was cut off, and filth naturally disappeared from the monk's field of vision.

However, Mo Xie didn't expect to see the legendary filth in this place today, and it was born at the hands of the prisoner who was imprisoned in front of him.

"Hehe, it seems that your identity is really extraordinary, and you can even know filth. Mo Dao grinned, and then his mind moved and he gave the order to kill the ink evil, while he flew to a snow-capped mountain not far away, closed his eyes and recuperated to recover the lost vitality and blood.

Roar!

Filthy let out a strange roar, and the huge body instantly fell apart, scattered, and flew towards the ink evil from all directions.

Mo Xie's eyes froze, and he raised the killing knife and cut away the filth closest to him without hesitation, but then the severed filth did not change its speed and fell directly into his hand.

Tear and pull!

A piercing voice appeared, and Mo Xie suddenly felt that his vitality was constantly surging towards the filth in his hand, which made him feel shocked, and he hurriedly picked it up with a killing knife in his hand, and flew out a piece of flesh and blood along with the filth.

"Immortal after being cut off?" Mo Xie retreated a few hundred meters away, dodging a large amount of filth flying towards him, and his eyes were solemn.

In the ancient book he had read, it only described the appearance of the filthy and the usefulness of the inner dan, and did not explain how to kill the filthy, nor did he point out the weakness of the filthy, it may be that the author of this ancient book did not expect that one day in the future, the filthy would appear again.

"By daylight? no... Daylight must never be exposed. Mo Xie resisted the urge to use Daylight, even though he knew that Daylight had great restraint on this kind of demon beast and power.

"Capture the enemy and capture the king first! After killing him, this filth should also disappear. ”

Mo Xie looked at Mo Dao who was recovering in the distance, and a strong killing intent occurred in his heart, but just when he wanted to set out to kill Mo Dao, the filth on the opposite side seemed to guess what Mo Xie was thinking, and directly split a part of it, protecting Mo Dao in the center.

“............”

Seeing this, Mo Xie had no choice but to give up, and turned around and continued to attack Fil, trying to find out its weakness.

Wow!p!p!p!

Dense swords spread all around the ink evil, and countless split filth were chopped into pieces by the blades, but with the passage of time, those shredded filth became smaller and smaller, so that as long as the ink evil was extremely difficult to defend, as long as it was slackened for half a minute, it would be sucked by filth.

Even if he fled from the combat area, it would be useless, those tiny filth followed him like maggots on the tarsal bones, no matter how much he shook them, he couldn't shake them off.

In the end, in desperation, the ink evil had no choice but to continue to defend, but this was only temporary, once the volume of the filth became invisible to the naked eye or more subtle, then the only way to wait for the ink evil was to die.

"It is impossible for filth to be infinitely divided, and it is impossible not to be hurt. The ink demon swung his sword as hard as he could, thinking about his weakness.

"Core! Yes, the division and rebirth of filth need the power of the core to support, as long as I crush its core, or let its power run out, then filth will die!"

There was a glint of hope in the ink demon's eyes, these were just his guesses, but in the current situation, he could only think of these two ways.

"It seems impossible to find the core, but it shouldn't be difficult to split them to the limit where they can't be split and resurrected..."

At this time, his knife skills were tested, not to mention the volume of these filths, just the tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of filths around him were enough for him to drink a pot, not to mention that these numbers would double every time he slashed.

And the Sword Destroying Six is useless at this time, whether it is moving mountains or cutting down land, it can only defend or attack a single target, or one direction, so now the ink evil can only cut with one knife without any spiritual power and supernatural powers.

PS: The state is not particularly good these days, and the pace is also very slow.